For works with similar titles, see The Star of Hope.
POEMS.
THE STAR OF HOPE.
Thou gentle star that kindly beams
Upon the weary traveler's sight,
When he has seen his brightest dreams
Fade as the day does into the night;
Thou then dost cheer his lonely way,
And lift his drooping head,
And speak of pleasures yet for him
Though those he loved have fled.
Upon the weary traveler's sight,
When he has seen his brightest dreams
Fade as the day does into the night;
Thou then dost cheer his lonely way,
And lift his drooping head,
And speak of pleasures yet for him
Though those he loved have fled.
Thou bidst the mourner cease to weep
And lift his eye above.
And think no more of death's long sleep
But of a Saviour's love.
Thou bidst him look beyond the grave
To scenes of bliss on high,
Where hopes shall never know decay.
And pleasures never die.
And lift his eye above.
And think no more of death's long sleep
But of a Saviour's love.
Thou bidst him look beyond the grave
To scenes of bliss on high,
Where hopes shall never know decay.
And pleasures never die.